Zhu Zhuqing broke free from Ning Rongrong's embrace, fiercely wiping away her tears with her sleeve. When she looked up again, only a cold, resolute look remained in her cat-like eyes.
"I can no longer forgive him. I must become stronger, defeat my eldest sister with my own hands, break free from the Zhu Family, and live a life that belongs to me."
She gave a bitter smile. "But the Star Luo Imperial Family is too powerful; I alone am powerless to fight against them."
"Who said you're alone!" Ning Rongrong snapped, grabbing her hand tightly. " Zhu Zhuqing, if all else fails, come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The Star Luo Imperial Family wouldn't dare offend us!"
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, but a warm smile appeared on her lips, "Thank you, Rongrong. But I want to break these shackles myself, to defeat Dai Mubai myself. This is my dignity, Zhu Zhuqing's dignity."
The night wind ruffled her long hair, but it couldn't hide the flame in her eyes.
Tang Feng gazed at her silently for a long time, deeply moved. She was living life to the fullest, and finally said, "Okay, I agree to team up with you."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly looked up.
"But you need to think this through," Tang Feng said seriously, "Our team will be automatically matched against Soul Ancestor level opponents. Our win rate is probably not high."
"I don't care about winning or losing. What I want is real pressure." Zhu Zhuqing said almost immediately.
Tang Feng sighed silently, then said, "But I only have one month. After that, I have to return to my sect."
Zhu Zhuqing bowed deeply and said, "Then it will be one month. Thank you."
Tang Feng nodded without replying. He wanted to try out the effect of cooperating with others, especially since it was an Agility Attack System, which could make up for his speed disadvantage.
As for other feelings, they were nothing to speak of. Tang Feng felt he had too many things to do, and he didn't want to leave any ties in this world right now.
On the streets of Suotuo City, the night wind swirled sycamore leaves, leaving a rustling sound as they slid across the cobblestones.
Oscar rubbed his arms, sniffed, and muttered, "It's so cold today, let's go back."
Everyone then composed themselves and prepared to go home.
"Wait a minute." Tang Feng spoke up, his gaze sweeping across the street. In the dead of night, two beautiful girls and a Food System Soul Master were indeed walking targets.
"I'll take you." Tang Feng's tone was calm, but brooked no refusal.
Ning Rongrong's expression changed faster than flipping through a book. She immediately cupped her face and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh!" " Brother Feng is so considerate~ Zhu Zhuqing, don't you think so?"
Zhu Zhuqing paused, her ears turning red again, but she didn't refute.
On the way back to the academy, Ning Rongrong chattered on and on like a happy lark:
" Brother Feng, you're so skilled at escorting girls, did you do this often before?"
" Brother Feng, is that scar on your arm from a fight?"
" Brother Feng, don't you think Zhu Zhuqing is getting prettier and prettier the more I look at her?"
Oscar was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his shoulders were shaking, while Zhu Zhuqing kept her head down the whole time, her long black hair obscuring her expression, but the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.
Tang Feng remained expressionless, occasionally uttering a perfunctory "hmm," but inwardly he was complaining: how could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with its thousands of years of history, have produced such a top-tier pimp?
Upon arriving at the academy gate, Ning Rongrong suddenly stood on tiptoe and whispered in Tang Feng's ear, " Brother Feng, Zhu Zhuqing's room is on the third floor of the dormitory building, the easternmost one, with a window facing the training field!"
Before Tang Feng could even reply, she grabbed Oscar and ran off.
Under the moonlight, only Tang Feng and Zhu Zhuqing remained, feeling awkward.
The air suddenly became awkwardly quiet. Zhu Zhuqing twisted her fingers, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out, "Um... thank you for bringing us."
"Of course, you should get some rest. I'll head back now." Tang Feng nodded, turned and left without hesitation, as the atmosphere was too awkward and made everyone very uncomfortable.
Zhu Zhuqing stood there, watching Tang Feng's figure disappear into the distance, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
The next day, Ning Rongrong found Flender early in the morning and asked him to train according to Tang Feng's method, but only said that it was a method she had come up with herself.
At first, Flender was somewhat reluctant, but Ning Rongrong used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a threat, stating bluntly that Shrek would prevent her from becoming stronger. Flender had no choice but to agree to her request.
So Flender summoned Zhao Wuji and Grandmaster Yu. Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji stared at each other across the long table.
Flender told the two of them his decision, Yu Xiaogang naturally disagreed, feeling that it was a challenge to his theory, which was a key step in establishing his disciple Tang San's position in the team.
But after Flender revealed that this was a requirement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Yu Xiaogang was like a rooster with its neck being choked, his face turning red and then pale, helpless and only able to swallow his anger.
Zhao Wuji, however, was very happy. He thought to himself that compared to this so-called Grandmaster, someone valued him more and that it was especially satisfying to be able to suppress this Grandmaster Yu.
From then on, the seven members of Shrek split into two groups: Tang San, Meng Yiran, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai continued to run while carrying stones.
On the other side, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing, under Zhao Wuji's Gravity Control, crawled and rolled on the ground like three stuck insects, dodging the wooden balls Zhao Wuji threw. Every movement was accompanied by heart-wrenching gasps.
Afterwards, Zhu Zhuqing would go to the cliff behind the mountain, with twenty kilograms of weights strapped to her legs, her ten fingers gripping the crevices of the weathered rock, like the shadow of a black panther.
On a near-vertical cliff, he slid down again and again, then climbed back up.
The rough rock face quickly wore down her palms, and beads of blood slid down the stone surface, torn into fine red mist by the mountain wind. But she gritted her teeth, her eyes shining with an alarming intensity.
As night falls, she asks Oscar for two Recovery Sausage. Once she's recovered, she heads to the Soto Great Soul Arena to team up with Tang Feng for Soul Fighting.
It is indeed very difficult for a Soul Ancestor and a Soul Grandmaster to team up against two Soul Ancestor. The two of them lose more often than they win. However, such daily all-out battles, fighting until their Soul Power is exhausted, and then meditating after they are completely exhausted, can indeed improve the speed of Soul Power cultivation.
And so, peaceful yet fulfilling days passed by, and everyone steadily grew stronger at a visible pace.
At this moment, thousands of miles away in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, sitting in the main seat of the council hall was a middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly demeanor, none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.
He was reading a secret letter sent by the guards in Suotuo City, who were secretly protecting Ning Rongrong. They were ordered to protect Ning Rongrong and record her every move in detail and send it back to the sect.
After reading the letter, Ning Fengzhi handed it to an elderly man on his left with white hair and beard, but an unusually imposing aura.
Ning Fengzhi said with a smile, " Uncle Jian, look, this kid named Tang Feng's training methods for Rongrong are indeed unique. This person must have a deep understanding of Martial Soul Theory."
Sword Douluo replied calmly, "That's true, but let's bring Rongrong back. I'm always worried about leaving her alone out there. We can teach her well in the sect."
Ning Fengzhi said helplessly, " Uncle Jian, Rongrong has been spoiled rotten by you all in the sect. Letting her go out and gain some experience will be beneficial to her growth and will make her better able to take over this huge sect in the future."
Sword Douluo replied helplessly, "Hmph, that's true, but if Rongrong gets into trouble, I'll have to ask you for her!" After saying that, he flew away on his sword.
Ning Fengzhi a wry smile.
A month passed quickly, and Tang Feng was preparing to return to his sect.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power successfully broke through to level 28, and Ning Rongrong also broke through to level 27. The two of them have both leveled up in the two months since they entered school.
Oscar, on the other hand, broke through level 32, and even leveled up within two months of Soul Hunting.
During this month, Tang Feng successfully won over Oscar, Oscar agreed to join Tang Feng graduation.
Oscar was, after all, a commoner with no assets. So Tang Feng gave Oscar a small storage ring and spent 300 Gold Soul Coin to forge him a 200-pound Golden Cudgel. He also taught Oscar the " Sea-Calming Staff Technique " and instructed him to practice diligently.
Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Feng's team Soul Fighting only achieved a dismal record of ten wins and twenty losses, even losing all of their first ten matches. Fortunately, neither of them cared about the outcome of the Soul Fighting.
However, as their teamwork improved, their win rate gradually increased.
Tang Feng's individual record is quite good, with a record of 27 wins and 3 losses, and he is currently holding the Silver Soul Badge.
Moreover, he has gained over 600,000 Gold Soul Coin, making him a wealthy man with assets exceeding one million Gold Soul Coin.
If it weren't for the need to avenge his parents and find a way back to his past life, Tang Feng would really want to find a secluded paradise to live a peaceful and carefree life.
Tang Feng also admired his partner Zhu Zhuqing even more for this cold-hearted girl's perseverance and strength.
She had none of the airs of a noblewoman, and the burning desire for power in her eyes always made people want to lend her a hand, even if it was just adding a bundle of firewood.